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embeccy · 2 months
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"I have found an endless comfort in hiding."
- Sarah Jean Alexander
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terminallynumb · 1 year
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aboutwerewolves · 1 year
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While trying to fix us I broke me.
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hddudjcnsnejfcnend · 1 year
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I feel as though I must destroy myself so that other people can’t.
It’s an awful kind of control but it’s the only kind I know.
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t h o u g h t s
It's been a few minutes,
My head on your shoulder, your arm around me
Neither of us utters a word.
What are you thinking?
You ask, breaking the silence.
I'm thinking,
About the day we finally accepted how we felt,
And then the world tilted, the hourglass turned,
How every day we're slipping away, gradually
One sand grain at a time.
I'm thinking,
How unfortunate it is that our fate's already written
That we were to be like parallel lines
Destined to be together
But not with each other.
I'm thinking,
How long are we going to take it, one day at a time?
One call, one heart emoji, one I miss you at a time.
Like a recovering addict,
Each day takes us twelve steps away from each other.
I'm thinking,
How the time we are together is snowglobe moments.
How we are confined to only a moment in time.
While the world around us moves on and on.
And we relive one perfect yet fragile moment.
I'm thinking,
How we belong to each other today,
For now.
How wonderful it'll be if the world ends today.
While you are mine and I'm yours.
So I don't have to see tomorrow.
When the hourglass is finally empty
When either of the parallel lines ends.
When we are so apart that we stand out of sight
When the snow globe falls to the floor, waking us up.
Instead,
I try to come back to that second,
To your voice, eyes, and presence,
Instead, I say,
I'm thinking about getting ice cream.
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hopeless-tomfuckery · 9 months
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(Original writing by Maria Afroz)
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heavenswereabell · 2 years
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I just finished reading All the Lovers in the Night by Mieko Kawakami and I think it's honestly my favourite book of all time. I already loved how Kawakami writes and how she describes such small details that are so important in our heads and hearts, but this novel took it to another level. The way she described the desperate loneliness and paralysis the narrator felt, and her falling in love with the first person to take a real interest in her, and her deep and painful yearning. Near the end, she wrote, "Did Mitsuksuka even remember me? I couldn't turn the terrible question off", which is exactly how I feel when being consumed by thinking of another person. Do they even remember me? This was only a few hours after they spent time together as well. And when she was in her deepest pit of loneliness she described feeling as though she didn't even exist, like no one saw her, like she didn't even take up the space she was in. And I just have never read something that understood me like that. I didn't relate to the character's personality (shy, introverted, quiet), but her emotions resonated so strongly with me.
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latteandliterature · 10 months
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His gun pointed on my forehead while tears rolled down his eyes. " My life was full of lies. But my favorite one was you and me" were the last words that left before the bullet entered my brain, breaking my heart.
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halewilliams · 7 months
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“But, when will you come back? You know that I hate goodbyes” said the Boy
“I will tell you a secret and you must listen carefully, kay?” she replied then leaned towards the little man. She puts her face near his and he can feel her warmth that tingles every inch of his bones. It electrifies him like a sort of magnetic field that draws him towards her.
“Goodbyes aren't forever. People don't actually leave they always stay right here.” she said then points out her finger to his heart.
He didn't respond for a couple of seconds and only stared at her. Carefully examining her face as if it will be the last time that she will see her.
“I understand but—” the overwhelming flow of emotion is starting to drown him that he somehow felt lost.
“Your absence will be the death of me but my darling please remember that if it's for you. I will valiantly embrace my last breath.”
001 — From the book that I will never write.
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embeccy · 8 months
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"They say never go back to what hurt you...
but what if, I hurt myself, then, where do I go?"
~ pia / wedarkacademia
This hit deep
- Embeccy
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terminallynumb · 1 year
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"Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you." - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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anabkt · 1 year
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loving you was dangerous
because your leaving would tear me apart
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ani-ket-212 · 1 year
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It never made my wish come true 💫💔
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one-off-poems · 11 months
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Unimaginable
I don't know what i'd do if i lost him
He tries his best, hes not perfect at all but the fact he tries is more-- way more than i ever could ask for. He cheers me up when im down with a single look, and he knows he can do this. That part is infuriating about him, but i dont know what i would do if he left.
If he left and never came back? That would be my breaking point. The point where i finally let the walls crumble and the effort fade, that would be the point where i finally just succumb to my own numbness once and for all because he's not there to make sure i dont slip in the first place.
If i lost him? My world would come crashing down, landing on me at full force with no sympathy for what had happened; purposefully giving me as much pain because the world knows that if i lost him I would change for good.
I would change into a person that i would hate I would drive myself insane, breaking every promise i made him because he is simply Not. There. And i wouldn't be able to handle that.
The world would give me all that pain to stop me being a person we'd both despise, trying its best to do one last deed in honour of him because the last thing that he would want is to look down to me and have guilt redden his veins. Regret building in him for leaving when it probably wasn't his choice. The world and him would want me to stop but i dont know if i could.
Because the thought of losing him shreds my heart into uncountable pieces.
The thought of losing my own father? Unimaginable.
(Apr 12th 2022)(12:59pm)
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